Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
"Mumsie, help me, please................"
After she finally stopped laughing, she asked to speak to Eldest Son, Ali.
"Right Lad," she said, "Get the largest paper bag you can find."
ALISTAIR: Nanny, this cake stuff is EVERYWHERE. It won't fit in a paper bag.
MUMSIE: It's not for the cake, it's for your Mum.
She needs to breathe in and out of it, she's hyperventilating. I'll be round in a minute.
Mumsie arrived on my doorstep, she had run all the way from 3 streets away.
As she stopped, there was the noise of brakes screeching because behind her, she was dragging her trusty old shopping bag on wheels.
She has brought with her six mixing bowls, 17 cake tins, extra flour, dried fruit, and 3lbs of best butter.
She had half a bottle of brandy, too.
(The brandy was for me!)
She had brought her large wooden spoon.
(Like this one, but with "Go Faster" stripes.)
Within 20 minutes, Peace ruled supreme!
So, Mumsie had rolled up her sleeves, emptied my freezer of all the out of date stuff.
She divided the Goo into workable sizes.
She put 3 lots of the Goo into the freezer as we realise it's one way to curtail its growth.
Mum shouts over the garden walls to all of me neighbours.
"We have an Emergency situation, please preheat your ovens to Gas mark 4 - NOW!"
A couple of points here...................
No-one says "No" to Mumsie, many have tried believe me.
If Mum had been partnered to Winston Churchill in 1939,
the War would have been over by Christmas!
Altogether, we managed to make and bake 8 cakes.
(We also discovered that the Goo stopped growing when subjected to 140 degrees Centigrade.)
Luckily I lived only four doors away from the school, so I loaded up the old pram with cakes and delivered them to the PTA Committee.
To say that the the "A" lister Mums were impressed would have been an understatement.
They made comments like:
"What IS that she's wearing?"
I placed the cakes on the table, a proud lump in my throat and tears of joy in my eyes.